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Note: This is short, odd and without explanation. Happy new year. =)
The first sign of conciousness she recognized was the odd spinning motion of her stomach, accompanied by light that was far too bright and sound that was far too loud. She moaned as she moved her head-it made her dizzy. Where was she and what was going on?
She pried an eye open and squinted at the cieling in confusion. It seemed to be spinning-or perhaps that was her. She didn't quite recognize where she was still-especially with it being so bright and her head pounding the way it was. What had happened?
With another restrained moan, she lifted her hand to her forehead. Her fingers were clasped tightly around the stem of a champane flute, though to bowl part of the flute didn't seem to be whole anymore. Without thinking, she let the glass fall from her fingers. It hit the floor with the deafening sound of it breaking.
There was a moan. For a moment, she thought it was herself, but it didn't seem to be. With obvious effort, she turned her head to the left. Through the bright haze, she could make out another form. Another naked form. Another naked male form.
"Huh?" she asked herself out loud. That didn't make any sense.
It took a little effort, but she managed to push herself into a sitting position and scouch to the edge of the table that she had been lying on only moments before. Reaching her desired goal, the witch let her head droop between her knees as she contemplated the headache and naked man who still slept.
Then she remembered. It was the first. New Years day. She'd been drinking..........but the man?? And where was she?
She looked up quickly, ignoring her spinning head, and forced her eyes to adjust to the bright light of the dimly lit room. It was the tower. She sighed in relief. At least that was one less mystery to worry about.
She slid off the table, exposing her bare body to the cool air that filled the room. Her feet shrunk away from the icy floor, but she forced herself to stand and turn around, being exeedingly of the glass splinters that had been an elegant champane flute as she did so.
She face the man. He was curled up, one arm under his head, an empty bottle of champane clasped in the other one. It was then that she realized how the room was scattered with empty champane bottles. She only remembered one............
She shook her head, and returned to eyes to the sleeping wizard. Her eyes roamed him-and spotted the used condom that lay on the table not far from him.
Her knees felt weak and she grasped the table edge to keep on her feet. She had had sex with him! She must of! But she didn't remember it......She shuddered all over, thinking of her only other time with a man. It had been rape then, but she couldn't consider this rape, could she? Her girlfriend would not be happy when she found out about this...........
The man maoned and she backed away some from the table, as he sat up, bleary eyed. For a moment, he just sat there, blinking. One of his hands came to his tample and rubbed it vigorously. She watched this all silently.
Finally, his eyes found her. For a moment he looked at her in surprise, then a small smile spread on his face. "Happy 2001." he croaked, casting the bottle he'd been holding away.
Trelawney swallowed. "Happy 2001." she repeated flatly, then paused. "Uh....what exactly did we do, professor Snape?"
The end.
Not great, but I was bored. ^_^
Note: This is short, odd and without explanation. Happy new year. =)
Happy 2001
The first sign of conciousness she recognized was the odd spinning motion of her stomach, accompanied by light that was far too bright and sound that was far too loud. She moaned as she moved her head-it made her dizzy. Where was she and what was going on?
She pried an eye open and squinted at the cieling in confusion. It seemed to be spinning-or perhaps that was her. She didn't quite recognize where she was still-especially with it being so bright and her head pounding the way it was. What had happened?
With another restrained moan, she lifted her hand to her forehead. Her fingers were clasped tightly around the stem of a champane flute, though to bowl part of the flute didn't seem to be whole anymore. Without thinking, she let the glass fall from her fingers. It hit the floor with the deafening sound of it breaking.
There was a moan. For a moment, she thought it was herself, but it didn't seem to be. With obvious effort, she turned her head to the left. Through the bright haze, she could make out another form. Another naked form. Another naked male form.
"Huh?" she asked herself out loud. That didn't make any sense.
It took a little effort, but she managed to push herself into a sitting position and scouch to the edge of the table that she had been lying on only moments before. Reaching her desired goal, the witch let her head droop between her knees as she contemplated the headache and naked man who still slept.
Then she remembered. It was the first. New Years day. She'd been drinking..........but the man?? And where was she?
She looked up quickly, ignoring her spinning head, and forced her eyes to adjust to the bright light of the dimly lit room. It was the tower. She sighed in relief. At least that was one less mystery to worry about.
She slid off the table, exposing her bare body to the cool air that filled the room. Her feet shrunk away from the icy floor, but she forced herself to stand and turn around, being exeedingly of the glass splinters that had been an elegant champane flute as she did so.
She face the man. He was curled up, one arm under his head, an empty bottle of champane clasped in the other one. It was then that she realized how the room was scattered with empty champane bottles. She only remembered one............
She shook her head, and returned to eyes to the sleeping wizard. Her eyes roamed him-and spotted the used condom that lay on the table not far from him.
Her knees felt weak and she grasped the table edge to keep on her feet. She had had sex with him! She must of! But she didn't remember it......She shuddered all over, thinking of her only other time with a man. It had been rape then, but she couldn't consider this rape, could she? Her girlfriend would not be happy when she found out about this...........
The man maoned and she backed away some from the table, as he sat up, bleary eyed. For a moment, he just sat there, blinking. One of his hands came to his tample and rubbed it vigorously. She watched this all silently.
Finally, his eyes found her. For a moment he looked at her in surprise, then a small smile spread on his face. "Happy 2001." he croaked, casting the bottle he'd been holding away.
Trelawney swallowed. "Happy 2001." she repeated flatly, then paused. "Uh....what exactly did we do, professor Snape?"
The end.
Not great, but I was bored. ^_^